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[Although it's well into nighttime, Alois isn't anywhere near a bed. If the view's implications are correct, in fact, he's laying on a couch- er, sort of. Rather, he's upside down with his head hanging over the edge of the cushions above the floor while he holds the NV up above himself. This means that his hair falls away from his forehead a little, and he's been doing this long enough that his cheeks have begun to go pink from the blood falling into his head. (If one could see his whole self, they'd know that his legs are hooked over the back of the couch.)]
By the way, I of course don't have to live in the tub anymore. Personally I'm pretty certain that the entire thing was in violation of my rights, but I'm willing to grant forgiveness eventually. [His unintentional retribution, however, has been the fact that he has BARELY STOPPED RUNNING AROUND since having legs again. Also, take your time and try to imagine how important his stockings have become to him. You don't miss what you've got until it's gone, etc. He hums.] I've got my coordination back, at least, although I did roll on eggs today. ...It's just my steering was somewhat off.
Anyway, it was a lively holiday, although I was sort of too cross for bunnies when I first got up, since I'd stayed up too late last night. Ah! [There's a jingling sound from off the camera; he's got bells tied around his ankles, which he's been wearing all day.] Speaking of which! Ahiruuu. I left my stockings in your room again, please just put them in the wash with your things.
[A moment while he purses his lips, and then spits out what he's been meaning to get at.]
Listen, look, all right. Yesterday I got flowers and I'm only making sure it's not any of you, because I know it's not because the people I know from here wouldn't do that, but just in case it is, hurry up and tell me, no bullshit, because I understand the romance behind the secret admirer thing, I suppose, at least a little, but I want to know anyway so give it up if that's the case.
[Breath.]
You know, I almost miss having a job.
[Click.]
By the way, I of course don't have to live in the tub anymore. Personally I'm pretty certain that the entire thing was in violation of my rights, but I'm willing to grant forgiveness eventually. [His unintentional retribution, however, has been the fact that he has BARELY STOPPED RUNNING AROUND since having legs again. Also, take your time and try to imagine how important his stockings have become to him. You don't miss what you've got until it's gone, etc. He hums.] I've got my coordination back, at least, although I did roll on eggs today. ...It's just my steering was somewhat off.
Anyway, it was a lively holiday, although I was sort of too cross for bunnies when I first got up, since I'd stayed up too late last night. Ah! [There's a jingling sound from off the camera; he's got bells tied around his ankles, which he's been wearing all day.] Speaking of which! Ahiruuu. I left my stockings in your room again, please just put them in the wash with your things.
[A moment while he purses his lips, and then spits out what he's been meaning to get at.]
Listen, look, all right. Yesterday I got flowers and I'm only making sure it's not any of you, because I know it's not because the people I know from here wouldn't do that, but just in case it is, hurry up and tell me, no bullshit, because I understand the romance behind the secret admirer thing, I suppose, at least a little, but I want to know anyway so give it up if that's the case.
[Breath.]
You know, I almost miss having a job.
[Click.]